Suddenly a foreign object fell from the sky. The beautiful woman was a little frightened at first. When she saw the thing at her feet clearly, a hint of surprise flashed across her pretty face. She leaned over to pick up the object at her feet and said, "I'm afraid it's...
A prayer lantern that burned out its grease and fell down, right?"
According to the tradition of Jingguo, during every festival, people will fly sky lanterns to pray for blessings, especially the Chinese Valentine's Day and Lantern Festival. The rosin or oil-stained cloth pieces will always burn out, so on the night of Chinese Valentine's Day, I happened to pick up lanterns.
A praying lantern is not a strange thing.
"There are words on it, look at what it says." After a brief moment of confusion, the singer glanced at the lantern in the woman's hand, an interested smile appeared on her face, and she said with a smile.
Girls in Jingguo would often write their wishes on the sky lanterns on Chinese Valentine's Day. Most of them prayed to the Weaver Girl to give them a husband, or to bless them with a harmonious relationship.
Everyone has the desire to gossip, not to mention women, who are still very interested in the secrets of a woman they don't know.
"This... I'm afraid it's not what a gentleman does, right?" The beautiful woman looked hesitant.
"We are little girls, we are not gentlemen to begin with..." The singer chuckled lightly and took the lantern from the woman's hand. When she looked over, the first thing she saw was a painting.
In fact, at first glance, the singer was not sure whether it was a painting.
It is just a simple line outline without any color rendering, which is different from any painting she knows, but it is these simple lines that outline the beautiful scene of the magpie bridge meeting.
She had never seen such a strange painting before, and the singer was stunned for a moment.
"This painting..." When the beautiful woman came closer, a look of surprise appeared on her pretty face, and she murmured: "It's like a meeting on a magpie bridge, but I have never seen this kind of painting before. Although
Some are too simple, but it looks... somewhat interesting."
The singer's eyes stayed on the painting for a moment, and then she said, "There are also words here."
But when she saw the handwriting next to the painting, she couldn't help but laugh: "It's so arrogant and unorganized, I'm afraid it was written randomly by an ignorant child..."
Then, he sighed and said, "It's a pity for this painting."
Just when he was about to throw away the prayer lantern in his hand, the beautiful woman next to him suddenly changed his expression and said, "Wait a minute."
She reached out to take the prayer lamp and looked at the writing on it carefully.
"Magpie Bridge Immortal."
When the beautiful woman read out these three words, the singer's expression changed and she blurted out: "Is it a Chinese Valentine's Day poem?"
As a singer, most of the poems she sings every day are famous poems. This time she was invited to participate in the Qixi Festival Poetry Festival. When good poems come out, she will sing them.
She couldn't be more familiar with these brand names.
The beautiful woman nodded, ignored the crooked handwriting, and continued reading to herself.
"The thin clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silvery people are far away in darkness."
The singer nodded, with a look of praise on her face: "It's actually a new song. The wording is clever. I'm afraid that the first sentence is not something that the talented people downstairs can come up with. But... Explanation
Although it is wonderful, its conception is insufficient, and "Flying Stars Spread Hate"... after all, it has not escaped the pattern of Chinese Valentine's Day laments."
For these singers, they may not be able to write a good poem, but they have been singing poems for many years, and they can be considered experts in judging the quality of poems.
Her evaluation of this first sentence was also fair, but the singer didn't see it at this time. When the woman next to her glanced down again, her face gradually bloomed with brilliance.
"The thin clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is far away in darkness. As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will defeat countless people in the world." After finishing the poem, before the singer could speak, the beautiful woman couldn't help but comment. Said: "The sudden turn of the peak turns hatred into pity. It's like "The golden wind and jade dew meet and conquer countless people in the world." This single sentence can be better than thousands of other people's sentences."
In fact, when the words come here, the idea and outline have already emerged. This poem is obviously different from the plaintive style of previous Chinese Valentine's Day poems. It is unique, graceful and subtle, and has an endless aftertaste.
Chinese Valentine's Day poems have always been the subject of literati's chants. I don't know how many words have been left down through the ages. However, although the words and sentences are different, most of them follow the traditional theme of "joy is short", with a sad and sad style. In contrast, this poem The poetry suddenly changed. It changed from the usual, without any resentment or hatred. It just reached a higher level in terms of conception.
"Xiaque, hurry up and read it out!" At this time, the singer was completely attracted by this poem and couldn't help but urge.
Without the urging of the singer, the beautiful woman's eyes were already looking towards Xiaque.
This time, the singer waited for a long time but no sound came.
When I turned my head to look back, I realized that the face of the beautiful woman had undergone some obvious changes, showing a formal expression. She murmured a few words in a low voice, and her face gradually changed from formal to serious...
"Tender love is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can't bear to look at the magpie bridge on the way home." The singer couldn't recognize her head and read out in a low voice: "If our love lasts for a long time, how can we be together... How can we be together..."
When I read the last sentence, the voice gradually became quieter, and finally it was no longer heard.
On the boat, the two women looked at the words on the prayer lanterns, and for a moment they were crazy.
Which girl is not pregnant, and which woman has not fantasized about a lingering love, finding her lover, and spending the rest of her life together.
But when the words "If two people are in love for a long time, how can they be together day and night" appear, it makes the woman's concept of love in her heart waver.
Love must withstand the test of long-term separation. As long as we love each other sincerely, even if we are apart all year round, it is much more valuable than the vulgar taste of being together day and night.
This is a gap in realm that far exceeds all the Chinese Valentine's Day poems they have ever seen.
The beautiful woman opened her lips slightly and sang the song "Magpie Bridge Immortal" involuntarily.
This is the Ci Pai she is very familiar with. The singing is soft and soft, as if coming from the clouds and floating far away on the river.
A little further behind the two, two Tsing Yi scholars stood at the top of the stairs. When they heard the words sung by the woman, expressions of extreme shock appeared on their faces.
"I can't believe that Miss Ruoqing has such a great talent..." someone murmured in a low voice.
"What a song "Magpie Bridge Immortal", both in terms of wording and conception, it is excellent, I can't wait to compare it!" A look of shame appeared on the face of the person next to him, and he tore up a piece of paper with his own poems written on it in his hand. Have to be crushed.
He was originally recognized as the number one in the Chinese Valentine's Day poetry gathering tonight, and just now he wanted to have his work reviewed, but after listening to the song "Magpie Bridge Immortal", he no longer had such thoughts.
"If love lasts for a long time, how can we live together day and night... I'm afraid this sentence alone is enough to be passed down through the ages." I don't know how long it took, the beautiful woman sighed leisurely, her pretty face was still there.
There is endless aftertaste, and it is obvious that this poem has affected my mood.
At the same time, the two scholars also quietly went downstairs and walked into the boat hall from the outside.
In an instant, countless people gathered around...
